Jennifer Zoellner

This is Jennifer's fabulous contribution:



"May you fall in peace. Erosion happens to the best of us... Mountains are formed and toppled. Who is man that you are mindful of him?" How true, Jennifer, how true. All is in a constant state of flux(us).

Nicol A. Kostic

Transition

Children played in this yard,
where colorful toys
were scattered once, across its grassy lawn.
Grandparents came to visit, sharing
holiday dinners,
around a sturdy dining table...
how many meals were prepared...
in an always-warm,welcoming, kitchen
with delicious smells,
of cooking meat,
from simmering soups
& cinnamon's bake.
House-pets occupied this house,
cats rested in sun, on clean window ledges,
sometimes interrupted by
a frisky, barking dog...
at a lady
bending down
to pluck
flowers,
once little seeds,
she planted with her own hands.
Hands,
that wall-papered,
also washed their sheets, blankets, & socks,
but history now,
in a house, doomed to fall, into the sea,
where all will be lost,
but, its memory.

Nicol A. Kostic

When Art Becomes Shark-bait

When strong waves lap down,

crashing its foundation,

the frail walls will not endure.

Pots & pans & shoes will float,

taken by surge of a great, salt, sea,

with merciless greed, including the art,

displayed & destroyed, temporarily.

until it becomes flotsam,

which will not interest sharks,

because, though well-intended,

& perhaps in good taste,

The Last Post,

will NOT taste good.

Maya Van Jeier

My contribution.

Dmitry Babenko